This is-- I won't say.
[LAUGHS] Never mind.
Oh, well, this is a new one, but I'm
becoming real paranoid about my new ones
because they haven't been tested before in the reading.
This is called "The Funeral."
"I squeeze the dice, joker woman eats peanut brittle
and fans herself between bites.
I toss out my last $10, Joker puts it back in my hand
and I stuffed it in my pocket.
I walk beside him, sweating in the humid morning air.
The last of a procession is strutting through the iron
gates of the cemetery.
Sweet William, the granddaddy of pimps
has died, leaving a string of horrors for someone else
to wear around his neck.
We go inside to where a small crowd is gathered,
swaying as the preacher's voice takes up the rhythm of a song.
The trombones wave a long goodbye, they lower the coffin.
I shiver knowing death.
The black balloon is floating over my head
like the Holy Ghost.
My cough taste blood, I spit.
Shit, Joker, you dark's titty.
I'm going to show you how to make these dice
come seven every time.
I got the feeling now.
I wipe my mouth with a stained handkerchief.
Please, man, the least you could do, let me lose while I can."